Change Your Mind

What would happen if you bumped into Harry Styles, the last person you wanted to see, in the middle of what could become your dream come true? What if you were once in The X Factor competeting against him? What if he realises he can't live without you?
Ava Arnolds is back in the competition three years after losing against One Direction thanks to Harry. Once they are invited by Simon Cowell to The X Factor, Harry is willing to stay and get Ava back, even though it won't be easy. Will he be able to win her over again?

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6. The Talk

AVA'S P.O.V.

 

"Hello," a deep voice said, I knew it was Harry this time. Though I did, I looked at him with a puzzled look. "Do you remember me?" I continued looking at him the same way. "Harry Styles," he said smiling at me.

I doubted for a few seconds, trying to think of something smart to say. "I don't know any Harry Styles," I quickly said, and rushed to walk away from him.

I got into some kind of room and slammed the door. I sat on the floor and started banging my head against the wall. "I don't know any Harry Styles" was all I could think of? I had hours to think about something smart and that was it? I was way too stupid. He knew I knew him, one, because we had been together three years ago, and, two, because he is the biggest superstar in the whole world! I'm gonna kill you, Ava, I said to myself. I stood up and decided to get out of the room. I opened the door slowly and just when I thought he wasn't around, I saw him leaning on his left shoulder on the wall next to the door. He saw me, smiled a little and raised an eyebrow. I sighed and looked down. I knew there was no way out of it. I was officially doomed. I thought it might be a good idea to face him and make him remember how much he hurt me.

"What the hell do you want, Styles?" I said with a serious look on my face and my hands on my hips.

"How are you?" He asked standing up straight.

"Fine."

"You were great."

"Thanks," I wanted to sound really unpleased with his presence, which was partly true.

"I loved how-"

"Harry!" I yelled, cutting him off. He jumped and looked at me shocked.

"What?" He asked putting his hands over his head.

"What do you want? Why are you talking to me?"

"Can't I make small talk with an old friend?"

"Old friend"? I laughed loudly and started to walked away. We were not friends. He wrapped his hand around my wrist and held me back.

"Would you let go?" I asked rudely.

"No," No? "I wanna talk to you."

"I don't, mister," I pulled my hand trying to get it out of his hand, and failed. He glared at me. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Everything."

"You know what?" I realised I had had enough of him and his shit. "I'm done," I pulled my arm harder, successing in releasing it.

I was walking away from him, and my eyes started dropping tears, messing my make up, but I didn't really care. How could he do this to me? First, he says he likes me, then makes me lose The X Factor, then forgets about me, and then wants to talk to me? No. Things don't work that way. I sat on a chair I saw there, covered my eyes with my hands and started sobbing silently.

"Hey, I didn't mean to make you cry," Harry approached and said with an ever deeper voice.

"Just-" he put his arm on my shoulder softly. I uncovered my eyes and pushed Harry's hand away. "Don't touch me. Just get away from me."

 

HARRY'S P.O.V.

 

"Just, don't touch me. Just get away from me," she said with a cracked voice. Those words had hurt me. I didn't know she was in so much pain. I never wanted to make her cry, I just wanted to make things up to her.

But if she didn't want me around, there was nothing I could do about it. She hated me. There was nothing I could do.

I started walking away, feeling empty inside. My head started aching and my brain was about to explode. I felt my heart beat faster and I just felt like hitting something. I found a wall and hit it as hard as I could.

"Mate!" I heard Niall cry.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Louis asked as they all approached me.

I had both hands on the wall, and suddenly clenched them. I started breathing through my mouth and I just couldn't hold it anymore. I needed Ava.

 

AVA'S P.O.V.

 

I didn't want to know anything about him. I just, I mean, my life was way better when it wasn't involved with Harry Styles.

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